My little Jack Russell, Gemma, came to us from the Dog's Trust. She had been very badly treated by an old lady who had her in an apartment - quite the wrong place for a little Jack Russell. It took about a year before she trusted us and knew we were her best friends, but after that she was MY best friend, and she lived with us here in the Yorkshire Dales, north of England, until she was eighteen and a half years of age. She had a lovely life and her big interest in life was rabbits - although she never ever caught one. She died and we miss her so much now of course. Go to the zoo? She went to the Cotswold Wildlife Park, which has a zoo and yes, the tiger frightened her. Josie